John Romero - Coed camp

"Wow!" Carol exclaimed, putting her hand dizzily to her head. "Coach, that was the greatest ever. Talk about fireworks going off! You did it."

Dan smiled and caressed her shoulder. "You did pretty well by me, little one."

"I wonder if my poor pussy will ever shrink back to normal after that," she said, looking down and tenderly patting the swollen lips of her cunt. "Oooooh!" she wailed. "I'm a mess. Just look at that."

She got up on her knees, and streams of juice oozed out of her slit, sperm and love-juice and petrolatum all mixed. It spread over the insides of her thighs.

"Here." Dan handed her his handkerchief and she mopped away, pursing her lips as she rubbed carefully against her sensitive cunt.

When she finished drying herself, she looked at his wet cock, still half-hard, and at the sopping handkerchief. "I don't know if this will help or not," she said, wiping his dong. "Maybe this will be better." She lifted a corner of the blanket and went over him thoroughly, around his balls and the inside of his thighs. Then lowering her head, she held his softening cock in her hand and licked it all over until all traces of jism were gone, and only the dampness of her tongue remained.

Carol folded the blanket and hid it behind the tree again. "I'll get that later," she said.

Just before they left the forest trail and came onto the camp grounds, Dan picked her up in his arms again and carried her the rest of the way to the infirmary. Carol put on a convincing act of distressing pain for Marsha.

"Funny," said the blonde nurse, feeling her ankle lightly, "it doesn't seem to be very swollen." Nevertheless, she bound it up with elastic tape and gave her a crutch to get around on for a day or two.

"Could I see you for a minute or two, Dan?" she asked in an impersonal tone of voice as Dan was about to follow Carol out of the dispensary.

Dan went back into the office and sat down. Marsha drew him a cup of coffee from the pot she kept going in the office. Then she handed him a paper cup of water and several pills. "Take these," she said. "They're extra special vitamin pills."

Dan gave her a suspicious glance, but her face was purely professional. He took the pills and swallowed the water, then sat and drank his coffee while they chatted.

"Dh, yeah," he remembered, "I was going to tell you about something that might come to your attention later." And he told her about the gang-bang in the arts and crafts shop that rainy afternoon.

Marsha frowned thoughtfully. "Yes," she said slowly. "I expected something like that to happen. And I suppose it's happening often enough, and probably to some of the other little dears. The one you describe, I know her. Her mother warned me that the girl's a nympho, and has had psychiatric treatment. She's been on the pill for some time, though. The mother told me to check with her to make sure she takes them regularly. She said the girl's father would kill her if he ever suspected."

Marsha gave Dan a funny smile. "In fact, Danny boy, you'd be surprised, I'm sure, at how many of these little girls are on the pill."

"I'm surprised," he agreed, holding out his cup for more coffee. "What are chances of seeing you tonight?" The question came out of him before he realized it. As drained as he was by his session with Carol, he didn't think he'd ever get another hard-on. But just being near Marsha, and smelling the subtle, musky scent of her, he felt the familiar tightening at his crotch.

"I'd love to, darling," she said, turning her lovely blue eyes on him. "You know that. But I have an idea I might have some kids in the sick ward tonight. I've got to give some shots this afternoon, and it always makes two or three of them ill enough to have to stay here. But I'll give you a signal at dinner if it's okay." She leaned down and gave him a quick but passionate kiss, and his pants tightened even more.

But no signal came from the stunning blonde that evening.

Just as well, Dan thought, as he stretched out on his bed that night. He could sure use the sleep. His cock was still a bit sensitive from the tight screwing he had got from Carol. The rhythmic breathing of the sleeping youngsters drifted through the dark cabin, and soon Dan drifted off, too.

In his sleep he dreamed that his cock was again gripped in a warm, tight fit. Then he slowly awakened to a light shaking of his shoulder, and something soft brushing across his lips.

"Ssssh," the murmur came right into his mouth, for some lips were against his. Then he realized why he had felt as if his cock was clutched in a warm grip. It was. Even in the dark he knew it was Carol. That hot little hand around his dong, which had begun to harden even in his sleep, was now quite familiar to him. My God, he thought, hadn't the kid got enough fucking for one day? But the tugging at his hand was insistent, so he rolled quietly out of bed, slipped on a pair of shorts and went out, barefoot, behind the shadow of the girl.

She made no sound at all as she led him by the hand through the dark camp, up past the main office and across the tennis courts. There was still no moon to give light, but they were both familiar enough with the grounds now that they had no problem finding their way. At least, Carol didn't. Dan simply let her lead him on. By the time they reached the practice wall, his eyes had adjusted enough to the darkness that he could make out Carol's appearance pretty well. He saw that she had on the short skirt again which she had worn the first night to his cabin, and he guessed that she was absolutely naked under the skirt. The kid was practical.

She stopped abruptly, and he saw that he was almost stepping on a blanket spread out on the smooth surface of the practice court. Then he realized that there was somebody else with them, already seated on the blanket. It was another girl. Dan felt a tremor of doubt. Could he take care of two hot young cunts?

"Hello, coach," came a soft greeting from the seated figure. He couldn't tell in the darkness who the girl was, but he assumed she was one of the tennis players.

"Hi there," he said.

"Sit down," came the invitation, so he sat down beside her. Carol quickly dropped cross-legged on the other side of him. The blanket was pleasantly soft, and he guessed that they had piled two or three on top of each other. Smart cookies, he thought admiringly.

"This is Cynthia," said Carol.

"Hi, Cynthia," Dan said, and wondered who the hell Cynthia was. He could see her well enough to tell that she was a larger girl than Carol, more filled out. He waited, wondering whose move it was.

Cynthia made it. She reached a hand up around his neck and pulled him toward her. "Let's get better acquainted, coach," she breathed, and planted her lips over his, soft generous lips that twisted and nibbled at him with as much expertise as Carol.

He slid his arm around her back and under her arm to feel for a tit. It was there, all right, a large round one, considerably larger than Carol's. And like Carol, she had on no bra. As he squeezed down on the spongy boob, her tongue darted against his lips, forcing them apart, and then she shoved it far down into his mouth, to the bottom of his throat. He had to pull away from her to breathe.

Meanwhile, Carol was fumbling at the snap of his shorts. She found it, then unzipped his shorts and slid them down off his legs. His jock shorts followed. Cynthia turned him loose long enough to pull off his T-shirt. Then they both clamped a hand apiece around his cock as it began to rise and extend. Dan lay back and they both kneeled beside him, one on either side, and ran their lips and tongues up and down the sides of his cock. He felt the moist tongue tips stabbing away, up and down, around his balls, across his thighs and belly, and first one, then the other mouth closing over his swelling cockhead. Their asses pointed back toward his head, so he reached up under their skirts and fondled a hairy cunt with each hand. What a deal, he thought.